Category Archives: Poetry

Through the Lens of a Broken Heart

Through the lens of a broken heart the sky is muted the air flavored with mud Through the lens of a broken heart my face feels weighted down my feet heavy as clay Through the lens of a broken heart … Continue reading

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Spring Rain

The park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world, The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets, gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights … Continue reading

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Dance Me to the End of Love

“Dance Me To The End of Love” Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin, Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in, Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove, Dance me to … Continue reading

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I Like To Take My Basket and Go to Market Early

MARKETING I like to take my basket And go to market early– Radishes are pinkest then, Lettuces most curly. Beets still pyramided To a magenta crest; Cauliflowers are snowballs; Peas, their snappiest. In the blue and silver Of the rutabagas … Continue reading

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I Was a Bride Married To Amazement

“When it’s over, I want to say:  all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made … Continue reading

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New Leaves on a Willow

NEW LEAVES ON A WILLOW Where yesterday were bare gold stems, March’s windy stratagems Have today miraculously Wrought new leaves on a willow tree. New leaves so mistily winged and small They seem to spray from a waterfall; Water cascading … Continue reading

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Rooms ( a poem by Ethel Romig Fuller)

ROOMS In church this morning I had a view Of nothing but heads From my rear view. I played with the fancy Each was a room—- Some of them needing Dustcloth and  broom. Many were fine Company places; A few … Continue reading

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Flirtation

Flirtation After all, there’s no need to say anything at first.  An orange, peeled and quartered, flares like a tulip on a Wedgwood plate. Anything can happen. Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs and night strewn salt across … Continue reading

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look you, I am bursting with joy

IMMORAL I keep walking around myself, mouth open with amazement: For by all the ethical rules of life, I ought to be solemn and sad, But, look you, I am bursting with joy. I scold myself: I say: Boy, your … Continue reading

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